Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Comoros and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Misunderstood. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Colin Newman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Morten Harket,
The Knickerbockers,
The Mummies,
Easy Going,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Black Bananas,
Ken Boothe,
June Days,
Audionom,
OOIOO,
MDC,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suicide,
The Leaves,
Scion,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
UT,
The J.B.'s,
The Selecter,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Excepter,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nico,
Carl Craig,
Soulsonic Force,
The Last Poets,
Moebius,
The Stooges,
KRS-One,
John Coltrane,
The Fall,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
Franke,
Scan 7,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
China Crisis,
Tears for Fears,
Thompson Twins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Qualms,
Deadbeat,
The Cramps,
Howard Jones,
ABC,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Joyce Sims,
Throbbing Gristle,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.